Hanzo walked down the streets of Japan as rain fell over him softly, the sounds of the rain hitting the ground was so peaceful to him, the smell of rain brought back memories of when he was younger. There were good memories and then there was the bad. He often tried not to think about it too much but whenever he did, he always found himself feeling like the bad guy I'm every heros tale. This was his punishment, even though he knew his brother was still alive, he just couldn't forgive himself. Hanzo stopped for a moment and looked up at the clouds, taking a deep breath and clearing his mind. "You aren't the first person to follow me, you won't be the last. Go back before you make me me do something you'll regret, that is if you live to regret it." He said as he pulled out an arrow slowly, giving a warning sign for the person to turn around and leave.